Post Truth

I know someone to whom I am a fact But I can be generalized to an opinion Which disappears fast if they distract And so I hibernate until they turn me on United with my opposite, I laugh In someone’s argument I do the demon dance One time I’m crazy, then I’m soft enough If one can pick me in a better mood by chance Next time I’m just a goldfish in your bowl Generalize me more in your opinion Distinguish me from others of the shoal Before I slip away into oblivion But as a fact of life, I’m not so pliant And I permit no one to use my mind For what they call a truth I’m quite defiant I have my own, and yours is out of my line.